Chapter 126: Reading (3)
As expected, Zhao Ziheng's body began to twitch slightly. Zhao Ziyin immediately took out a medicine bottle from his arms, quickly poured out a pill from it, and held Zhao Ziheng's hand to put the pill to his mouth and said: "Take it."
Zhao Ziheng almost subconsciously put the medicine into his mouth and swallowed it, and his convulsions became more and more obvious.
"I'll help you set up the tent."
After Zhao Ziyan finished speaking, he wanted to help Zhao Ziheng up, but Zhao Ziheng shook his head slightly in resistance to the pain and refused to make a sound. It seemed extremely difficult for him to speak or move, and it was not difficult to see that he was in great pain.
"emperor!!"
It's not that he hasn't seen Zhao Ziheng have an attack before, and that's why he was worried. However, Zhao Ziyin also knew that it was not easy to move Zhao Ziheng at this time, so he stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.
Zhao Ziheng no longer paid attention to Zhao Ziyin. His whole body was in pain as if thousands of ants were biting his heart. The meridians on his hands and face turned from blue to purple. He felt indescribable horror. Not to mention his body. His lower lip was bitten and bleeding, but he refused to make a sound. He just moaned faintly . His left hand had already dug a deep hole in the ground... Pain! Pain! Pain! Apart from the pain all over his body, Zhao Ziheng almost no longer had any feeling. At first, he could still respond to Zhao Ziyin's words, but now he was afraid that he would not hear even if he was yelled in his ear. All he could think of was pain.
Not long after, black liquid overflowed from the corners of Zhao Ziheng's tightly bitten lips. It was obvious that it was not because of biting his lips, but overflowed from his body. Zhao Ziyin was extremely panicked. You know, he had no idea how to deal with this situation. After all, this was the first time that it happened when he was the only one. In addition, few people knew that Zhao Ziheng was poisoned. He could not make loud noises. He looked around anxiously to see if anyone was approaching. He could neither call anyone nor let anyone take the opportunity to approach him. More importantly, Zhao Ziheng's condition made him extremely anxious.
As a result, Zhao Ziheng's face, which was pale at first, turned completely blue-gray, and the purple meridians covering his entire face were clearly visible, which looked extremely horrifying; Zhao Ziheng's eyes were wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of the frames, he was in extreme pain, and his whole body was constantly twitching. Just from his appearance, one could tell what kind of pain Zhao Ziheng was enduring, but he didn't say a word, stubbornly resisting the bone-eroding pain.
A red tassel gradually blossomed at the place where Zhao Ziheng's right hand was tightly grasped on his chest. Zhao Ziyin, who was at a loss, found it and hurried forward to pry his hand open, but found that he couldn't pry it open? The chest was where the wound was. Being grabbed so hard by Zhao Ziheng would inevitably touch the wound. Zhao Ziyin of course reacted and realized that it was because of the touch that the clothes were penetrated. It can be imagined how strong Zhao Ziheng was. Zhao Ziyin focused on the wound that Zhao Ziheng had torn open, so he wanted to pry open the hand that was tightly grasped at the wound. If the wound split, it would naturally make the situation worse. So Zhao Ziyin had no other choice, so he fought with Zhao Ziheng; but Zhao Ziyin didn't know that Zhao Ziheng had no feeling at all, even if the wound split, because even if the wound split, it would not stop the pain from spreading from there to the whole body, and the center of all this pain was the wound. Perhaps grabbing the wound would be useless. Zhao Ziheng just grabbed there out of instinct, as if that could relieve the pain.
Zhao Ziyan found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry Zhao Ziheng's hands open. But he couldn't give up, so he had to continue to increase his strength. You know, Zhao Ziheng's strength was not inferior to his. However, Zhao Ziheng himself was only reacting instinctively and was unaware of all this.
"Let go, you've opened the wound."
In desperation, Zhao Ziyin had to warn him, but how could Zhao Ziheng react? He was still tense and twitching to resist the pain brought by the Double Soul Devouring Gu... Seeing that the red soaked on Zhao Ziheng's chest was getting deeper and deeper, and the amount of bleeding was self-evident, and seeing Zhao Ziheng in so much pain, Zhao Ziyin made a decision in his mind, raised his hand and hit Zhao Ziheng's neck hard, and Zhao Ziheng lost consciousness and fell down; but even if he lost consciousness, it didn't mean that the pain would disappear. Zhao Ziheng was still twitching. Zhao Ziyin knew that this was not very useful, but he still took the opportunity to remove Zhao Ziheng's hand that was tightly grasping his chest, but this action took a lot of effort...
Zhao Ziyin didn't know how long it had been since then, nor did he know when the convulsions stopped. He only remembered that Zhao Ziheng's appearance during that period was frightening, and even the military doctor was frightened and stood there at a loss. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have known what kind of pain and torture Zhao Ziheng was going through. Even when he was unconscious, Zhao Ziheng still bit his lips tightly and said nothing, only a faint and chilling moan came out from the gap between his lips, making others deeply feel the pain he was enduring.
Zhao Ziyin did not bother to investigate what happened when the Twin Soul Devouring Gu attacked, because at least the pain had passed and Zhao Ziheng was no longer suffering from that torture. When everything was over, Zhao Ziheng's face could be described as ashen. If it were not for his heaving chest and extremely shallow breathing, one would have thought he was dead. When the military doctor changed the white cloth covering Zhao Ziheng's wound, when the wound was exposed to the air, Zhao Ziyin was almost unwilling to believe his eyes. It was far more shocking and horrible than any time he had seen before. Perhaps shocking and horrible were not enough to describe it. Zhao Ziyin only remembered two colors, one was black and the other was the color of blood, the black festering wound, and that if that could really be called the color of blood. Zhao Ziyin looked away after just one glance. He did not dare to look, nor did he have the courage. He completely ignored the mood with which the military doctors handled and bandaged the wound.
